Six Going On Seven
Good On Paper
Fill your trash heap of a soulAnd take back everything you're owedIt's simple, yet effectiveJust not the way I want to liveOne man's humble opinionI still say that you're better offSome things look good on paperBut put to practice they're all wrong"...steel-blue smoke" as Steinbeck wroteSpills from a cigarette at the end of the barAll your theories put to practice never got you that far
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